The Death Of Derpy Hooves

      Lyra was back home now, she brought the little book in her saddle bag, and threw it on the table. It had been a long vacation, and she immediately made herself a sandwich because the carriage she rode on didn't provide any food, even for a 10 hour flight. When she finally got a chance to sit down and eat, she opened the diary and decided to skim through it.

       I suppose I should start at the part when I was a little filly. I lived in Manehattan in a poor neighborhood. There were unicorn gangs everywhere, and I heard them testing out different dangerous attack spells all the time. The spells could kill a pony in a single shot, and because of this, I was never allowed to go outside. One day, I decided to sneak out of the house, and I walked right in the middle of a gang fight. There was blood everywhere, and when a pony fired an explosive shot right behind me, my ears were severely damaged, which caused me to speak in a strange manner. Now if you are curious, I am not deaf, but my hearing is very bad because of this incident.

       Now you understand why my hearing is the way that it is, I must understand why my eyes are the way they are. Because of my hearing loss, and my awkward voice, I was bullied at school.

       I hated school, and everypony treated me like shit. The other kids called me retarded, imitated me, and eventually an older pony named Filthy Rich found a perfect formula to make my life even worse.

       His family was visiting from Canterlot for business purposes only. His family was extremely wealthy, and given the overwhelming poverty of the ponies here, they would do anything for the money he had, and he was willing to share, with a condition. He would actually pay other ponies to beat me for his own amusement.

      This lasted for 5 months before he moved, and on his last day here, I was rushed to the hospital and I suffered from brain damage after being bashed into the cement for about an hour. The same day, my parents were killed while shopping by a local gang. When I got out of the hospital, I was sent to Ponyville to an orphanage by Princess Celestia where I would stay until I became 18, and was forced to move out because no one wanted to adopt me.

      I was young, and poor, so I decided to get a job as a mail pony. I was feeling so low at the time, but this was probably the happiest I was as far as I can remember, in my life, this abyss of my dying sanity.